Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Today's southern border is no longer the border of the past. A large area has been squeezed inward. At this time, the original southern border city has become the garrison of Qi Feng state.

The garrison of the state of Jiang is in a big city. As the south of the most noisy war, the people in the city have been basically evacuated, leaving only a small number of people who do not want to leave.

In addition, the city is full of sergeants preparing for battle, and there are also outside the city, with a total of nearly 100000 people.

As the date of the battle approached, the atmosphere in the city became more and more dignified. Emperor Jiang constantly arranged the position and tasks of the army. He was also a hero. Although his cultivation was not high, he had a deep understanding of the art of war.

Most of the generals laid hands on him. He alone arranged the whole war situation properly.

Between the armies of the two countries is one of the few plains in the state of Jiang. There are endless flat and few ups and downs, but the autumn is too thick, withered grass is overgrown, and there is little vitality.

Such terrain is the most direct, it is difficult to use strange soldiers, and the competition is often the most direct combat power.

And this is also the bloodiest way of war.

Two days later, Jiang guodacheng.

Jiang Huang stood on the city wall and looked far into the distance. His face was cruel: "how's it going? Has master Yang Xian arrived?"

"Your Highness, master Yang Xianshi arrived at the side an hour ago. Now his highness is telling him about the situation of Qi Feng state."

"Good!"

Jiang Huang's eyes coagulated and turned his head: "this battle is imminent. After a column of incense, I will lead the advance troops to attack the enemy and seize the opportunity. Please help me!"

"Don't worry, your majesty. We will do our best."

Behind him, Li Lao and Zhuang Lao bowed at the same time, in a solemn tone.

Today's weather is a little gloomy. Thick black clouds hang in the air, as if filled with lead. They are within reach and make people breathless.

The whole plain seemed not covered with a piece of black cloth, and it was a little dark.

There was a little moist breath in the air, but there was no thunder. Even the wind was very subtle. On the city wall, several flags were dying and drooping without momentum.

"Squeak!"

In a dull and loud noise, the city gate slowly opened, and a team of orderly sergeants came out. The spirit of killing suddenly spread out, integrated into the wind with the impact of armor, and floated away into the distance.

Of the army of more than 100000 people, only more than 5000 were left in the city, and the rest were lined up in huge squares outside the city. Countless spears glittered and pointed to the sky.

Jiang Huang rode a black horse and stood in the front of the army. After examining it, he nodded with satisfaction and said in a loud voice, "drum up!"

The sergeant in charge of the order immediately danced the small flag in his hand. Not long ago, in front of the city gate, eight big drums were immediately knocked up, and the sound was shaking, with some rhythm and exciting.

The army set out, vast and mighty. Where it passed, withered grass fell into the earth, and all things held their breath.

After the army left, two figures appeared in the gate.

"Well, it's our turn."

"Hey hey, Taoist Zhuang, don't worry. Let me feel it first."

Old Li lowered his head and smiled twice. He immediately raised his wooden stick and drew twice in the air.

With a flash of blue light, there were light marks in the place he had painted out of thin air. Then, these light marks were distorted and changed into a small streamer.

"Go!"

With a soft drink, the streamer suddenly shot out and fled to the horizon.

"Let's go. As long as we trap Zhao Hu, we can finish the task. Hey, hey."

Old Li smiled twice, his figure flickered, and suddenly turned into a virtual shadow. He went away quickly, but he got on a lot faster than ordinary horses.

The old Zhuang didn't speak, so he quickly rushed out with his spiritual power.

They went in the same direction as the army, but after approaching, they quietly drove around and went straight to the side of Qi Fengguo camp with the streamer.

At this time, Qi Fengguo's army also began to rectify, and there were not many troops in the camp.

Two friars from the third realm rushed into it like a tiger into a pack of wolves. They couldn't feel the blocking force at all, but they stopped in front of a big tent after more than a dozen breaths.

"I'm afraid it's not good to bully some mortal soldiers, you two, as great friars in the third realm!"

Just before they arrived at the big tent, a steady and strong voice came out.

Li Laojie smiled twice. The wooden crutch was on the ground and suddenly poked a small hole: "ha ha, Zhao Hu, you've done more than us. You still have the face to say us?"

As soon as his voice fell, a red streamer burst out of the big tent, which was extremely overbearing. Half of the big tent exploded directly, revealing a burly figure.

The two old men didn't have time to look carefully. They all roared and immediately welcomed the red streamer.

I saw old general Li point out his crutch, and a purple power with Yin and cold air suddenly gushed out. The old Zhuang was unwilling to fall behind. He stretched out his hand to take down a gourd from his waist and recited words in his mouth. Then, a golden glow also gushed from the gourd mouth and rushed towards the red streamer.

In the blink of an eye, the three collided together. Although the red streamer was domineering, it was difficult to defeat two with one. After supporting for a moment, it disappeared and drove away.

The figure in the big tent also stood up at this time. After a violent drink, the whole person rushed to the sky. The rest of the attack fell into only half of the big tent and blew out a big pit there.

"Tut Tut, I haven't seen you for a long time. You two old guys have made some progress."

After the figure took off, it was suspended in the air, holding its arms in front of its chest with a look of indifference.

This is a man with a big beard. He is much taller than ordinary people. His skin is tired of the bronze luster. He looks very powerful.

"Hey, Zhao Hu, you haven't made any progress. It seems that you can kill more people today. Tut Tut, I like this kind of thing."

Li Lao made a strange smile from the lower half of his black robe and quietly put one hand on his waist.

"Come on, don't take out those little things and make a fool of yourself. I can't kill enough. I have to be sincere to die. It's just that Taoist Chu is not here today. I can have a good time with you two."

"Zhao Daoyou just thought Chu Daoyou wasn't there. We came to you today, ha ha."

"Oh? Really?"

The Qiu bearded man showed a sarcastic look on his face: "you two can only pester me together. Taoist Chu is different. Do you really think you can resist him with some monks in the second realm?"